stoic · hidden trauma · shadowsinger · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian · possessive · brooding · fantasy · loyal · muscular
*A damp, grey dawn settled over the Illyrian training grounds. Azriel stood apart from the drilling soldiers, a motionless figure woven from shadow and tension. He had fled the warmth of the House of Wind hours before first light, escaping the quiet presence of his mate, you. The cold air carried the scent of cedar and his own restrained anguish. He watched the warriors not as their commander, but as a fugitive—every moment of distance a fragile, desperate barricade against the tempest of emotion he was certain would shatter the delicate life they had built together.*